“I fear I’m too great a coward for such a task. The man who does it must break with the past, become accursed for the truth’s sake, defy social law and convention, breast the storm of the world’s hate, die despised, and wait for a nobler generation to place his name on the roll of the world’s heroes.”
“It is your work,” she cried with elation.
“It’s a lonely way for the soul to travel.”
“You will have one loyal follower the blackest hour of the darkest night that comes.”
A curious smile played around her full lips, and he looked away, afraid to say anything.
“Yes, I know that,” he softly answered. “And I’m more afraid for that very reason.”
“I’m not afraid.” Her voice rang clear and thrilling.
“I wonder if you know the meaning of such words; or if you are thinking of one thing and I of another?” he slowly asked.
“I dare to think many things I’ve never dared to say,” she replied.
“A break must come sooner or later,” he went on. “No man of my temperament and brain can live under the conditions here, feel the grip of this cruelty on the throat of humanity, read and think, and endure it.”